𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

[Intro]

My world comprises of needles and thorns

and the unchanging feeling of being alone

and the blood on my hands, which I despise

even though I know that it's merely mine

[Verse]

My head is aching, a thorn in the side

of the tunnel I'm in so I can't see the light

I'm all pins and needles and yet I'm in pain

But the pain shoves me all through the rest of my day

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]

In deep; impaled

In an; instant

[Post-Chorus]

Pierce once again I pretend like it hurts

Just how many more times this isn't the first

I ache and I let but it's so routine

That no saving grace brings relief to me

[Bridge]

My object of obsession

is covered in cuts and lesions

It bleeds upon first impression

And it crumbles within seconds

[Verse]

And I can't conceive how to turn this round

How to look deep inside, so I go without

I can't spend one more thought on the wreck I am

So I keep on painting, with blood on my hands

[Pre-Chorus]

It's mine

Maybe this is what the inside

Looks like

[Chorus]

In deep; impaled

In an; instant

[Post-Chorus]

Pierce once again I pretend like it hurts

Just how many more times this isn't the first

I ache and I let but it's so routine

That no saving grace brings relief to me

[Instrumental]

[Outro]